Backfire - Spander Files

With his hands pressed into Angel's shoulders, he latched onto the vampire's neck
and sucked, pulling the cold blood up to his warm mouth. He ran his dull teeth over
the red mark he had made, pushing in slightly, but not breaking the skin. Angel
gasped.
"Let's play our game a little different, today." Xander started slowly unbuttoning
Angel's shirt. "We're gonna take our time, Deadboy." He looked up into the
vampire's eyes. Angel was giving Xander his patented distressed expression. It was
way past tiresome.
"We can't stop what's happening," Xander continued. "But it doesn't have to be the
tedious task that you've made it. I've learned a few things in these past few months.
Things about touching…" the shirt slid off Angel’s shoulders, "and feeling. And
making it good." His mouth clamped down on an exposed nipple and sucked until
the nub was hard under his tongue.
Angel made an attempt to push him away, but Xander grabbed his wrists and
pressed them against the wall by his shoulders. He knew Angel could break away
without much effort, but he also knew how guilty the vampire had been feeling
about these events. It's easy to manipulate a person who's feeling guilty. Xander had
first hand experience with that particular trick.
Now, manipulation is a tricky thing. The trick being that one should not manipulate
someone into doing something that person doesn't want. When it comes to sex, that
would be called rape. And Xander wanted no part of that. But one should instead
manipulate said person into figuring out what they do want. This is one of the
things he learned from Spike. Because no matter how shamed and guilty he had
been feeling, he had also liked what Spike was doing. How it made him feel.
And now that Mini-#6 seemed to have crumpled into nothingness, Xander was
really ok with the feeling good about it all. So, if only he could get Angel on board,
then this whole experience could turn out to be more positive than negative. Well,
as long as he didn't think too far into the future.
By this time, Xander's hands had moved down to Angel's jeans, had them unzipped
and were working them slowly off the vampire's hips. Angel had a look of
astonishment in his eyes that was met by Xander's determination.